Play Truth or Dare with your siblings
From Create Your Own Story
"Truth or dare sounds fun!" you quickly interject. You really don't want to be a slave.
"Yeah! Truth or dare!" Brendan shouts again.
"I'm not doing anything with you unless you take it down a notch," Julie scolded your brother.
"I'm just excited. I like playing with you two," he replies shyly.
"Okay, fine. Truth or dare." Julie falls down onto her bed next to you. "But its on the condition that you take dare every time."
That sort of kills the "or" concept of this game, but why not. As long as Julie is willing to play it's hard for you to complain.
"I guess. Sure," you shrug.
"Okay, me first!" Brendan shouts.
"Fine. Truth or dare?" Julie asks.
"No, I mea-"
"Truth or dare?" she asks again.
Brendan sighs. "Okay. Dare."
"Okay... you have to... smell Stephi's crotch."
"What?" you exclaim.
"No! Gross!" Brendan replies.
"Fine. What should your punishment be..."
"Wait, I'll do it!" he says, scrunching his nose up.
"Hold on, I didn't agree to this."
"Too bad. This is his dare. Now open your legs."
Cringing slightly, you obey your big sister and part your legs hanging off the side of the bed. Brendan shuffles up in front of you and bends forward. This is already awkward enough, but when he grabs the bottom of your shirt and starts to lift it you freak out a little.
"Wait..."
"What?" he asks.
"Just shut up and sit there, Steph."
Your sister's words are harsh but they get you to hold your tongue. After a pause, Brendan continues to lift your shirt exposing all of your pantie covered crotch to your younger brother. He dips in, takes a long whiff, then stands back up with a confused look on his face.
"So? What does she smell like?" prods Julie.
"Kinda like pee."
"I do not!" you protest. "I showered this morning!"
He just shrugs. "Well I dunno. It just smells... weird."
You immediately begin wracking your brain. You should be minty fresh down there. Do you smell and not know it? Is your brother just stupid? Or maybe you're 'excited' and didn't realize it.
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth," Julie replies.
"How many dicks have you kissed?" Brendan can barely say it without giggling.
Tossing her hair back, Julie feigns a look of boredom by her brother's question, but she still takes her time answering it. "...four."
"Really?! Hahahah!" Brendan cackles. "You've kissed twice as many dicks as you live with!"
"So? I'm in junior high now."
"You've put your mouth... on a penis!" he laughs to himself.
"Moving on then... Stephi, truth or d-" She stops then smiles. "Oh, that's right! Hmmm. Why don't you give our brother a lap dance?"
Reluctantly, you nod and push yourself off of the bed. Brendan swaps places with you and you awkwardly start dancing in front of him to nothing but silence. You're not a very good dancer and it shows. Brendan giggles under his breath as you dance in a circle in front of him.
"I said a lap dance. Although you could take a forfeit..."
"Fine, fine," you shoot back. Although you're not entirely sure what a lap dance is. Since 'lap' is in the name you may as well start there.
You back up to your brother and sit down on his lap. Your panties are thin enough for you to easily make out the button on his jeans and the rough denim over his zipper. Swallowing your nervousness away, you wiggle around in his lap and throw your arms around.
Brendan stops laughing about the same time that his denim starts to poke at you a bit harder, but only in one spot. You look over at Julie and see her smiling to herself. Figuring that means you're done, you get up off your brother and curtsey to him dramatically. He stays seated exactly where he is, his face starting to blush.
"Alright lap dancer," Julie teases, "who's next?"
